What would I do? s**t. I need to think.
“I’d monitor. Watch for changes. React to the things that are different.”
“Exactly,” Sol nods, his hand stroking through my hair. “So, now we’ve got a plan, do we have to head back?”
“Only if you teach me how to drive this thing,” I grin. Sol’s face lights up. If he thinks I want to be a passenger my whole life he’s in for a shock.
“Sail this thing?”
“That’s what I mean.”
But once again I’m proved wrong. I stand in front of the wheel, take in a lot of information about engineering, maps, port and starboard. Ash wraps my fingers around the throttle. “Go on,” he urges.
When the pulse of the engine presses me backwards, I feel his c**k hardening against my ass all over again. When I reach behind me with my hand he taps it away. “Eyes straight a
